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I’ve been on the station nearly a week. It’s taking this long for Bob’s Gun’s to get their money together, and I’m beginning to think they’re jerking me around.

But that’s not why I’m staying.

I’ve been sleeping in that weird bed for three nights. Well we do a lot less than sleep. That is, very little sleep goes on in the bed. Sort of.

For three days I’ve slept in, while Lia goes off to work her ten hours. Hard is the kind of place that stay open at her convenience, and the regulars know when to come. The non-regulars find somewhere soft to drink.

Ci does some kind of freelance hacker stuff as far as I can understand. While she does that, I’ve been curling up on their couch, and being introspective. When I’m not doing that I surf the web on a laptop I brought up from the ship.

I’m not using any of my old social accounts. I’m not even visiting the same sites. I’m learning about different kinds of clothes, and every once in awhile I look over some pictures of makeup. On occasion I brush up against something about what women want in the bedroom, and my breath catches a little bit, and I pass the article over.

I didn’t mean to make myself at home here, but it’s happened. I don’t wear much clothes. I’m not worried about using any of their furniture (I use coasters). Their kitchen is filled with weird stuff, but they have some things I recognize. They like cheese and bread. They have a Mr. Coffee, and Ci likes to make little snacks all the time.

I’ll be making something in the kitchen, or lounging around, and she’ll pull off her headset and take a break, which means running her tongue up my spine. She does a thing where she cups my ass, which I’ve found out I love, and she tucks her hips close to mine when she fondles my breasts from behind.

I know what’s going on. I know they’ve had dozens of other side women. Lia keeps a scrapbook. She thinks she’s hidden it on the bookshelf where no one will look. Eleven wouldn’t have looked. Eleven wasn’t wild about books. 11 has found that she doesn’t know how she feels about books. But Lia has a collection of Austin that she keeps to help her “keep her English sharp.” 11 kind of likes Pride and Prejudice. But I don’t have any idea why Lia thinks this version of “English” is relevant to any place in this galaxy; much less behind a dive bar on the wrong edge of civilized space.

Despite knowing that I’m going to be in and out of their lives in a flash, I feel like some part of me belongs here.

At some point I put on my clothes again, and go out to buy an interpreter. It has it has the standard 60 languages on it. I wish there was some kind of illegal version to buy, but there isn’t. It’s thinner than a piece of cellophane, and sticks firm in the crook of my ear.

And I haven’t turned it on.

“Whatever is going on here, it’s going on independent of language,” I tell Dr. Jordan. Ci sits in her little computer nook, typing away. She’s not ignoring me, she’s simply not paying attention to me right now. I’m sitting in a deep cushioned wooden chair, and eating snacks, while Jordan has a salad. She pinged me on my laptop. I can reach Bertha’s local up here.

“I seems like something is working out for you,” she says.

“The shaking has almost stopped. I have occasional tremors. There’s a tic in my shoulder that annoys the hell out of me sometimes.” Dr. Jordan nods, because we’re not actually talking about that. “I tried to drink like before and just about killed myself. Like before. But the reason I had for doing that is gone now.”

“Your system hasn’t felt alcohol before. I told you that.”

“Did you? I feel like I would remember,” I’m joking. A little bit.

“Everyone told you that, 11. That’s why there was no booze on that ship. Your brain still has all it’s old synaptic responses to alcohol, and releases serotonin, but your body is metabolizing it in an entirely different way.”

Yeah, I could only sneak one bottle on. Thanks for that.

She puts a tomato in her mouth and swallows like a lady, instead of talking around it. “A little bit of alcohol is probably okay, maybe good (if a little early). But try to drink like you used to and you’ll end up in a coma.”

I flush a little bit. This might be with contrition, and it might be because Ci makes eye contact and runs her tongue over her teeth.

“Is she that good?” Dr. Jordan catches on fast.

“I… ” I don’t know. “I don’t know.” I break eye contact as seductively as I can. I feel it’s not much, but I’m working on making my face do sexy. “They are… overwhelming. In the softest way.”

“Sometimes we can be like that.”

“Have you… ?”

“I’m bi, 11. A few more women than men.”

Well I knew about 50% of that. Eleven would have had a shot with her too.

Why in hell does that make me jealous?

“What does that make me?” I ask her as much as myself.

“Do you need a label?”

Do I? “Yes. So I know whom I shall fuck.”

“I think those novels are having an effect on you.”

I play with my hair a little bit, and then don’t make eye contact when I tell her, “I gave my first blowjob.”

This immediately gets Jordan hot, I’m recognizing the signs now. She never loses composure though, “What did you think of that?”

“I liked it.” A lot. “There was a lot of power from being powerless. With his dick in my mouth I felt in control. But not in control like a man would feel.” I put the last of the snack thing in my mouth and swallow before I talk again. “Cum tastes nasty, in a way I love completely.”

Ci rustles her antennae a little bit, and shifts in her seat, twisting her hips to get her pussy a little flatter. I realize she can smell my arousal from across the room. That little minx, she’s been doing that this whole time. Then her arousal gets me more aroused, and before I can think I tell Jordan I’ve got to go.

#

I turn off the terminal, and start to think about the way Ci is going to taste in my mouth. I think about the way her nipples feel under my teeth. I imagine what her slippery tongue on the inside of my thighs will be like. My cunny runs a little juice over the sides, and I twist my hips and feel my clit rub its hood a bit.

Ci is breathing heavy now, I can see that she’s trying to focus on her work, and she thinks that means not touching herself.

She badly wants to touch herself.

And I feel empowered as I stand and brush my hair over my shoulders. I stalk over to her computer. She isn’t looking at me, but I stalk anyway. My hips sashay as I put one foot directly in front of the other. My breasts tug at my shoulders as they swing just a little bit. All this makes me feel a sense of seduction, as I brush my fingers over Ci’s cheek and down her shoulder. With a flexibility I’ve always felt I should have but have never had, I lift my heel up to my waist, and then extend my leg, and straddle her.

I shift my weight a little bit on her lap, and this arches my back and pushes my nipples up against her breasts. The sensation isn’t much more than skin on nipple, but what it represents in my mind drives me a little nuts, and I do it again.

I’m running my hands over my ribs, and cupping my breasts a bit, then I shift my hips again, and run my fingers through my hair.

Ci takes control, grabs my hair, and palms one breast while she sucks the other aggressively. I’m here to make her hot. I’m in control of making her in control.

I lean forward on her lap, and make a play at kissing her. Holding my mouth close to hers, blowing against her lips and mouth. When she darts forward I dart back and she switches the motion to suckle my neck. I use the momentum to take her hips for a ride.

Ci makes something between a growl and a purr. From her chair she picks me up by the waist and pushes me back on her desk.

My butt knocks her computer over, and she doesn’t pause. She’s too hungry for my pussy to care. Yes, get hot for me!

She tucks my knees up, and looks at me with a question. I break eye contact to run my hands through my hair and then clutch my nipples.

Ci dives straight in. Her slippery tongue wraps around my button, then twists around it in circles. Not something a human tongue can do. She must have been saving that move for a special occasion. I acctually scream and then start making a noise like “hoooo-oh” in the back of my throat.

My body in humming all over, none the least bit because I made her do this.

I move my hands to her head. Give her dreads a tug. This just makes her go faster and harder.

She’s tracing little pathways over my thighs with her fingernails as she goes, and I’m holding my orgasm off for as long as I can. Make her work for it. Make her please you!

Then she runs her thumb around the edges of my butthole, and brings it to rest in the center with a smidgen of pressure. I can’t hold off any longer then and I shriek as I cum.

#

It’s later. Sometime around what I feel as midnight. Lia rustles me awake as she climbs out of bed. I feel her sit on the edge for a second, and watch Ci and me sleep.

She goes off to the kitchen, and I wait a second before I follow her. She’s puttering around, making late night socka. I stand behind her, hands on her hips and kiss her neck.

She’s tense and I don’t know why. Trying to calm herself down.

“What is it?” I say.

She doesn’t answer, just pours two cups, and puts a splash of brandy in both. When she hands me one she finally speaks. “How long are you staying?”

Ah. “I’m… not sure. Maybe a couple more days. Do you need me out?”

She shakes her head no, sips, and takes in a deep breath, “I’ve never seen my shahene like this with anyone before. She genuinely cares for you.”

I take my own sip. The brandy really works in this. “And you?”

“I’ve cared for every one, Eleven. Strey love easily. But Ci? Most of them are in and out in a day. She’s never gotten attached before.”

“I have work to do. I can’t stay forever, Lia.”

She walks over to the couch, and we sit together and drink in silence for a moment. “Just don’t break her heart, Eleven.”

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